Bittersweet

How would you feel if your whole world was ripped from under you, leaving you free falling? Wouldn't you want someone to catch you? When Clara Higgens's mom dies from an unknown disease, Clara has no where to turn, except to her new and unexpected f...

"I'm Harry. Your boyfriend, love," I tell her slowly. A doctor rushes in, making her jump. I can tell she's absolutely terrified. It breaks my heart.

"Wh-what?" she shakes her head. "I-I need--what?" She looks like she's on the verge of tears. The look on her face makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry. She doesn't remember me. She doesn't remember me. Oh my God. "I-is Tyler here?"

"Okay, love. I'll go get her," I try to smile. I walk outside to get Tyler. "Tyler, she doesn't remember me. She lost her memory."

"WHAT?" Tyler is absolutely shocked.

"She-she remembers people from her childhood, though, and she wants to see you," I tell her. She nods.

"Of course I'll go in," Tyler agrees, walking into the room. I stay outside with Liam, who leads me to a bench. The minute my bum hits the bench, I break.

Tyler's P.O.V

"Clara?" I ask cautiously when I get inside.

"Tyler!" Clara sobs in relief. "I-I don't understand. Where am I? How did I get here? Who the fuck is that guy who was in here, Harry?"

"Whoa, girl," I let out a sob when I reach her bed. "One question at a time. First, you're in the hospital. Second, you got here because someone drugged you and landed you in a coma. Third, wait--you really don't remember Harry?"

"No, should I?" Clara asks me, confused.

"Yes," I answer bluntly. "Do you remember One Direction?"

"I...yes," Clara nods. "I think so. Wait--you're not telling me...?"

"He's Harry Styles. From One Direction," I tell her.

"Wh-what?" she keeps stuttering. I roll my eyes.

"Yes, you fell in love with Harry Styles," I confirm. "And he loves you, too."

"Don't cry, Clara," I sigh, taking her hand. "Look, they're having another concert tonight, Clara. Why don't we go together and you can be reintroduced to everyone. We'll figure this out, I promise."

"Okay," Clara whimpers.

Eleanor's P.O.V

"Clara woke up," Harry mutters when he walks inside. Without Clara, I might add. What the fuck?

"Wow, you look happy," I sarcastically remark.

"Yeah, I'm just jolly," Harry rolls his eyes.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" I ask.

"She doesn't remember me. She doesn't remember anything until before she decided to come meet us," Harry tells me, plopping down next to me on the sofa.

"What?" I ask dubiously. "You're kidding, right?"

"No," Harry says monotonously. I can tell he's already cried. His eyes are red and he has his "I'm Harry, I don't get upset" vibe going on, which always means that he already cried. I sigh. This is my least favourite Harry attitude.